To my good friend Poophole

[Cynical Ninja]

O Poopyo, Poopyo, wherefore art thou Poopyo? Deny me thy Mocking, and feel thy pain. Or if thou wilt not, be but sworn my MOCK, and I'll no longer be a Mockulet...'Tis but thy name that is my enemy, thou art thyself, though, not a Man. What is Man? It is nor hand, nor foot, nor arm nor face, nor any other part belonging to a man.

Just what I always wanted, another needy hanger on whos time at mock is singularly defined by me.

The attention and sheer neediness doesn't surprise me, it is slightly creepy though, being forum stalked by Billy Ray Cyrus with a pot belly.